• saniyakhan123 6w

    Queen

    The question arose from the sky full of silver cloud
    She was alone in the room where silence defeated her internal sound

    Her hairs were messy and clothes were torn out
    Lips were pale and blood gushed in her mouth
    Her eyes had a lot to say but feared about
    The silence of the room that defeated her sound

    She wasn't raped or abused only by the man whom she crowned
    As the king of her life who buried alive in that ground

    The next day people came to bow and murmur around
    About rumours of their happiness and satisfaction that they found

    They thought the king is the happiest and had a great bound but nobody knows what was beyond that compound

    So, King smashed her hands as the sadness rewound
    She ran in the room where the sadness, defeated her sound
    ©saniyakhan123